All that stands between mankind and absolute chaos is Henry Rider.We're doomed.Life isn’t easy for Henrietta “Henry” Rider. Born into the lowest class of klaon society, collecting enough laughter to keep her alive is a daily struggle. The only upside is that she has the coolest job ever. As the council’s Hunter, it’s her responsibility to kill maiams, wicked monsters that steal laughter by force. But no matter how hard she tries, the council shuns her, her mentor rebukes her, and the people she protects mock her. Then she meets Ethan, a young man who has lost his ability to laugh. His pent up laughter could either feed the entire klaon population, or create the most powerful maiam to ever exist. Seeing this as her way to finally prove herself, Henry volunteers to protect Ethan until he learns to laugh again — even if that means never leaving his side. But a mysterious masked figure has his sights set on Ethan, and he doesn’t care who he has to kill to get to him. Full of blood pumping action, gut busting laughs, and a few good scares, Henry Rider: Clown Hunteris an adventure that readers of all ages will enjoy!
Maeve Connor, 32, is a special education teacher who believes her boyfriend of five years will finally propose during the holidays. To her horror and shock, her boyfriend drops a bombshell that not only will he not propose, but he doesn't love her anymore. Her hopes and dreams have been dashed before Christmas, and she believes she is doomed to never find true love. That changes when she meets the handsome CEO Treyton Bledig.
Treyton, 50, is the CEO and a werewolf. However, it is not just any ordinary werewolf, but the Alpha of the Bloodraven Pack in California. Despite all of his success, he lacks success in his love life. Although he couldn't find his mate, he married and had a child. However, he and his wife divorced, and Treyton is again left alone, making him feel alone, bitter, and jealous of those with someone for Christmas. However, when he meets Maeve, everything changes for him; she is his mate.
This is their Christmas story.
Meilin, a rising Esports player, is prophesied to destroy the Faerie Realm alongside the deadly demon king, Feng Deming. But what happens when Ningshun, her charming teammate with an equally inevitable fate and a mystery of his own past, steps into her life and disrupts her destiny?
Matian Meilin is an 18-year-old girl with a passion for gaming. Her life takes a turn when she joins a popular Esports team—Solaris—whose mischievous leader, Ningshun, easily takes her heart away, making her yearn for something more between them. But he's a man of many mysteries, and his past carries a dangerous secret about his connection to Meilin.
One day, she finds herself bound to a handsome tyrant, a visitor from another world and the ruler of the Astaran realm, Feng Deming, whose mission is to overthrow the 'gods' and conquer all realms upon his return.
Will Feng Deming overthrow the Faerie Realm? And is Ningshun's connection to Meilin purely coincidental?
GENRE: Fantasy Romance (Romantasy, soulmates), Comedy, Drama, Action, Adventure.
There are things no one was meant to see, and darkness that should never have been given living form.
"That the world is coming to an end has long since been a dead issue. Everyone has heard of it. Those who have seen it know what the truth is, those who haven't either believe it or not. Either way, no one really cares. We shattered reality itself to shards, but even the apocalypse could not make a difference. Those who are lucky enough to live well don't care about other people's misery or how the world collapses, not even if their own children will have nothing to inherit but ashes and fear, and no matter how much power they have, they only use it for their own benefit, while bringing suffering to others. And the worst is, no matter what nightmarish old or new ideologies they use to justify their deeds, the flock will follow. In the end, the story is always the same."
This is the story of a broken world haunted by the deepest horrors of the human soul, relentless persecution and superstitious hatred, a fanatic war against everything that is not human, and the damned who oppose and never yield to fate. This is not a fairytale.
What to expect:
A deep dark medieval high-fantasy with elves, dwarves, fairies and demons, magic and swords, romance and hatred, and a post-apocalyptic world. This is not a fanfiction of any sort, it's an original story that popped out from my head, and it's very dear to me. I am really happy if you find it worth reading!
Please read the short "Good to know" chapter before you dive in!
Isabella is thrown into a new life she never thought shed have. Will she be able to adapt or will destiny finally tear her apart? Will she finally find closure and answers about her past or will her new husband stand between her and the truth? Find out in Bullets To My Enemies.
"𝐑𝐔𝐍 𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐅, 𝐑𝐔𝐍, 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐇, 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐀 𝐑𝐔𝐍" ⎯⎯⎯ As far as Iseul knows it is going to be a typical school day with her sisters. And it would have been if this day wasn't destined to be the outbreak of the Jonas Virus.
And now she's got to run, like fuck.
"𝑭𝑼𝑪𝑲 𝑰𝑻 𝑮𝑶𝑻 𝑰𝑵 𝑴𝒀 𝑴𝑶𝑼𝑻𝑯! 𝑾𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑭𝑼𝑪𝑲!" all of us are dead fanfiction.
✮ mi-jin x fem! oc ✮ oc x oc
"You don't need to pretend, Zoya!" Logan shouted over the radio noise.
Zoya's heart ached as she tucked in her lips, wishing she could turn back time to when she was a teenager. She was baffled by how the only man she had ever loved could cause her such heartbreak, one that couldn't be diagnosed under an X-ray machine.
In the past ten years, Zoya had invested her time and emotions into the marriage, neglecting her own needs and desires.
Her parents had never supported her relationship with Logan, advising her to focus on her studies when she was just 16. But she had threatened to run away, using her status as an only child to force them to accept her early marriage.
After graduating high school, Logan convinced her to become a full-time housewife. Initially, the marriage was perfect, with Logan taking her on dates, shopping sprees, and vacations. He swept her off her feet, and she abandoned her plans for further education.
However, as Logan became a successful business tycoon, their time together became limited. Whenever she complained about his late nights, he would wrap his arms around her and give her a gentle squeeze, silencing her protests.
Now, Zoya felt a tiny bump in her stomach, followed by a sour pain, but she remained silent. "I can go on a three-month trip," she bargained, her voice discreet but frail.
Logan's response was a dirty smirk, and he leaned forward, staring deeply into her eyes. "My sweet pretensions, Zoya, I don't need you to think for me or go on a vacation."
Zoya felt rejection crawling into her shattered heart, wondering if their love boat had crashed long ago. She remembered her father's fury ten years ago, her mother's attempts to pacify him, and how her father had blocked all communications with her after the wedding.
"Can't you give us a try?" she asked, her voice sounding like a plea.
Logan's lips moved closer to her ears, his words barely audible. "Taste changes, people move on." He shrugged expressively, and Zoya saw his mouth move but couldn't hear properly due to her own emotional deafness.
She crawled on the floor, begging him not to end their marriage, desperate to save it. Logan stepped on her hands, grinding on them in circles, and Zoya swallowed the pain.
He stumbled back, spat on her injured hand, and threw divorce papers on her lap. "It's over, Zoya. Keep the house; I don't want to be stuck in the disgusting memories you've forced on me over the years. Sign that, and I'll have someone collect it in the morning."
With that, Logan turned and walked out of the house, leaving Zoya shattered and alone.
[Naimah Flashback]
The test results revealed an alarming truth: she had been overdosed on a black-market contraceptive pill.
[END OF FLASHBACK]
As the flashback ended, Naimah accidentally spilled juice on her skirt. Excusing herself from the dining table, she headed to the female bathroom to clean up the stain. However, she halted at the male bathroom door when she overheard two familiar voices:
Voice 1: "Here, it's specially made for her, different from the last one I brought. Mix it in her coffee drink, and she'll never know. All we need to do is wait patiently for her to start hallucinating and showing signs of paralysis before sending her to a psychiatric hospital to die."
Voice 2: "I can't wait for her to die, so her inheritance and company shares will be ours..."
Voice 1: "You're not eager to be with me..."
Voice 2: "You're everything I ever needed..."
The voices continued, accompanied by the sound of kissing. Naimah was grateful to have her phone with her, and she discreetly recorded the conversation instead of crying out and risking discovery.
She abandoned her plan to clean up the stain and returned to the table, pretending nothing had happened. "What next?" she thought to herself, her mind racing with the sinister plot she had just uncovered.